[ Oh, this is Kaito's favorite part. Watching and feeling Lapis fall apart in his (many, myriad) hands is a two-fold pleasure when he's basking in the overflow of her emotions. Not even the bite to his tongue can deter him from smiling that smug smile as her climax washes over both of them.
With this many limbs attached to the haunted woman, there's no way he's letting her fall. On the contrary, he has half a mind to suspend her in mid-air as her convulsions take over—alas, he's not feeling that cruel today.
When she finally begins to descend from the mountaintop, the liquid hands teasing her all pull away while the leather-clad ones slip to his sides. As she's leaning against him, there's no danger of falling... though it soon becomes apparent why he didn't immediately take hold of her.
The watery hands deftly pull at the zippers and buttons and ties of Kaito's many layers... and within a nigh-comical thirty seconds, his entire outfit (sans gloves) is folded neatly into two piles on the dirt. As her reward for putting up with his bullying, Lapis is now the front-row audience to one (1) Naked Nagano. Scars of varying depth and severity lay scattered all over a muscular physique, with the most prominent being a diagonal slash wound over his chest.
And, y'know.
As a result of stripping so hurriedly, his very erect member springs out, immediately poking against her belly as a source of heat far more intense than the weather...
Kaito leans in, pressing himself harder against her, and both gloved hands cup Lapis's cheeks to tilt her gaze up to his. ]
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With this many limbs attached to the haunted woman, there's no way he's letting her fall. On the contrary, he has half a mind to suspend her in mid-air as her convulsions take over—alas, he's not feeling that cruel today.
When she finally begins to descend from the mountaintop, the liquid hands teasing her all pull away while the leather-clad ones slip to his sides. As she's leaning against him, there's no danger of falling... though it soon becomes apparent why he didn't immediately take hold of her.
The watery hands deftly pull at the zippers and buttons and ties of Kaito's many layers... and within a nigh-comical thirty seconds, his entire outfit (sans gloves) is folded neatly into two piles on the dirt. As her reward for putting up with his bullying, Lapis is now the front-row audience to one (1) Naked Nagano. Scars of varying depth and severity lay scattered all over a muscular physique, with the most prominent being a diagonal slash wound over his chest.
And, y'know.
As a result of stripping so hurriedly, his very erect member springs out, immediately poking against her belly as a source of heat far more intense than the weather...
Kaito leans in, pressing himself harder against her, and both gloved hands cup Lapis's cheeks to tilt her gaze up to his. ]
...Did you have fun?